A ranch-to-ranch haul,
But miles of malls, discount stores,
Six to eight-lane traffic ….
Four cowboys in the crew cab,
The near-ton brown bull in the wobbling trailer.
The bull sprays shit on the trailer bed.
Its gourd-sized testicles sway.
Shit splatters vehicles’ windshields and hoods….
The bull, legs wider, pisses,
A white-yellow stream onto the trailer bed.
Piss blots vehicles’ windshields and hoods ….
A fast seventy rips the cab.
The bull tilts.
The trailer rocks.
The cowboys smoke.
Two hundred miles to go,
More malls, stores, traffic,
Drive-throughs, motels, convenience stores ….
The cowboys ignore the bull.
They’ll unload him at the ranch,
Send him to range,
And then drive to the dusty town’s bar ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid-September 2012